By Coral
Disclaimer: Just a drabble inspired by something I overheard in Poole today. As usual, I bow to the Almighty Paramount, whose characters I am merely booking out overnight.
She threw the black dress onto the bed, sighing. When had choosing clothes become such a chore?
'Simple, Kathryn,' she answered herself, picking and shaking out another dress. 'The same time uniform became the only thing you wear.' One she'd worn on New Earth, which felt wrong for Prixin.
The doorbell chimed; she called permission to enter. Chakotay appeared, casting his eyes over the clothes strewn about.
"What about this? Should I wear it?" she asked, frustrated, holding up her white trouser suit.
Chakotay grinned wickedly. "If I say it looks good... can I talk you out of it later?"
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